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It'll pull the fillings out of your teeth and, but within reason, aid in healing wounds. It tastes wonderful but is hard to find these days. What is it? Spruce gum. In the old days, you might have seen it in your local apothecary shop. But you'll search in vain for it in a CVS …
Getting the garden going is taking up more of my attention. Even if I have yet to set one tap for syrup in a maple. And even if February winds are howling outside the window. At the end of January, I set up the seed-starting trays with the domes. I also got out the plant …
It's not a secret that many of us are ageing in place. Nor is it a secret in my family that the house we've occupied for the last twenty or so years has a steep and narrow staircase. Built in 1900, no codes in our neck of the woods obliged gentler ascents or broader steps. …
We all edit our lives. Some chapters become suspiciously short; others bulk out with sensuous feelings, tragedy, comedy, and love. Some of us do such a good job of editing that entire chapters are elided with surgical precision. Not long ago, I read the obituary of a formerly close friend. His biography was complete, except …
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Just a moment ago, there was a snow flurry. Yesterday, it was four inches. Not long before that, there were another four. And incoming is six to nine. I assure you that this is nothing like Snowmageddon, ten years ago, the April Fools storm before it, or the Halloween surprise. Of course, '74 puts them …
My neighbors across the street have the same two inches of new snow on their walk and driveway as I do. I sigh in relief. Until about three years ago the previous residents had their walkways and drive scraped clear of any ice or snow before I blinked my sleepy eyes awake in the morning. …
The cats are busy this morning with the semi-finals of the latest cat hockey tournament. Normally, I'd sit, have coffee, and watch, recalling the days when my Grey Canadian cat, Clancy, introduced me to the game.But this morning, I had shoveling to do, so I was outside removing fresh powder and applying anti-ice treatment to …
I'm not a great fan of "Lobsta"; don't hate it. But don't love it.In 1965 I was a waiter at the old Poland Springs Hotel. I carried a thousand platters of lobster with drawn butter into the main dining room. The trays filled with lobster leaked brine all over my waiter's monkey jacket, and the …
This time of year, I've begun to plan the garden. True, the garden area is an icy, snow-covered waste, but before the snow came in December, I was pacing out possible locations for new raised beds. Getting older has not meant a retreat from gardening, just a strategic redeployment. Creaky knees and an aching back …
This happened one muggy day in July…a long time ago. Clancy was a bloodsport type of cat. If no other cat or dog were available to pick on, he'd pick on me. He eventually ran out of cats to fight because other rough cats he met would either start staying clear of him or team …
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